⌖ ️️ ️️ 𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁＊--- 𝓜𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

are you asking me to feel guilty ﹖ that’s a pointless endeavor. i think nothing of sacrificing others for my own ends.

⠀i turn cruel when i am empty. if i cannot be loved i must be feared.

(* thinking back on past meetings; to past conversations he's had that were identical to this. all had cause a snap- a protest, and yet he felt no desire to now. ) manufactured? please, dr. birkin, something of my caliber would never be produced en mass. I am . . . couture. +

do you think he's holding a grudge

(* Zeno's sucks in a breath, flitting back slightly before he exhales and stills in the other's grasp. He felt trust, even if it wasn't earned, Albert's memories promising safety. ) That was their intention, yes. Such a crucial figure could not be lost to time. . .

⠀⠀ her father is here … dammit. ⠀⠀

ㅤ 𝕵𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝐃͟𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐄͟ . ㅤ

Well- Perhaps that's because I'm not him. (* He takes a moment to look the man over, brow raising. There are memories of this one within him. Limited, but certainly interesting. ) After all, Albert's dead.

are you asking me to feel guilty ﹖ that’s a pointless endeavor. i think nothing of sacrificing others for my own ends.

how do i look? convincingly human?